The Elite Game

Chapter 97. New Rules.

Just then, I hear the sound of clapping.

Whipping my head back, I glare at the rapidly approaching figure of Mr. Blackwood. The new teacher strolls up to me, clapping enthusiastically, a manic glint in his eyes, "Bravo, Ande!" He smiles in an exaggerated display of approval.

"You've done so well to survive!" he exclaims. "So, what will you do now?"

Without hesitation, I grab Everett by the arm and wrench it, dislocating it with a sickening crack.

She howls in pain, her minions recoiling in terror.

"Now, we're even," I say, glaring at the man. "You've wasted enough of my time."

The man's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly regains his composure.

"Impressive, Ande. I can see why the principal has taken such an interest in you."

I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. "I'm not interested in your games or the principal's 'rewards.' Just my freedom."

Levering him with a sneer, I place my hand against my pocket, where my knife sits in my pants, "Now," I drawl, "if you'll excuse us?"